When Bella's mom dies of breast cancer, Bella moves to Forks with her dad in hopes of a better life. Charlie succumbs to alcoholism and starts abusing her. Edward Cullen torments her as well, but when shes forced to go to him, her bully, for help, can he?

Love ya, twerds! Oh my gosh I saw the midnight showing of Eclipse and it WAS FREAKING AWESOME!

So this is the very last chapter of Silence… and here we go!

I couldn't bring myself just to do the reviewer's of the chapter and stuff. I want to thank each and every one of you guys for your support, and I couldn't just pick out a few of you.

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Last on silence-

I sighed contentedly. After that, Alice urged me to throw my bouquet. I stood and the girls all crowded around to try and grab it.

I cheated a little, looking to see where Alice was and aimed for her.

But I, lacking the hand/eye coordination that most people posses, accidentally throw it straight into Jasper's eye, who was on the complete opposite side of the room that Alice was on.

Jasper chuckled and Alice squealed. Apparently, to her, if one of them caught it then she was alright.

After everyone was through talking, Edward and I danced for a few more times but, when our limo, that Edward insisted on, pulled up to take us to our honeymoon destination, we were eager to get out of there as the excited newlyweds we were. We were headed to Maui for a week. I protested, but Edward insisted.

"I love you," he mumbled against my lips as we drove away. I heard and saw people waving at us and cheering as we were off.

I leaned in to kiss my husband again.

Currently on Silence-

Five years after wedding. Edward- age twenty-six. Bella-age twenty-five.

"Edward… stop… you have to stop or else we won't be able to drive Cameron to his little league football practice…" I breathed out to Edward as a warning.

He ghosted his fingers over my thighs, leaning in to whisper in my ear with a deep voice, "Isabella, it's little league football, I'm sure it isn't a mandatory practice- besides, he's only four, I'm sure he'll get over the disappointment." He gently bit my earlobe.

I felt his hardness pressed up against my thigh and I bit my lip. "B-but Wyatt and Leah have to go to get their check ups…" I said halfheartedly.

"What's a missed check up between one and two and a half year olds?" He nuzzled his nose in my neck.

"Edward Anthony Cullen, get off of my right now!" I said with an incredulous smile.

Edward contemplated it in his mind, and then grumbled as he moved off of me.

"That boy better turn out to be a professional football player…" He glared at the floor as he redressed himself.

I laughed.

We heard loud knocks on the bedroom door. "Mamma! Daddy! I wanna go now!" his tiny voice shouted and Edward grinned, forgetting his past angers and swinging open the door and twirling Cameron in his arms, tickling his sides.

I smiled from ear to ear as I watched my husband and father of three naturally go into that position. He was so amazing with kids and it was all I could do not to cry at my good fortune. Everything I ever wanted.

"Mamma! Let's go!" he persisted.

Edward wrapped his arm around me and we walked out to the car, holding Leah and Wyatt too.

Wyatt was currently teething, such a fun time for us and our things, so he had some plastic keys with him. We buckled the kids into their car seats in our SUV and Edward and I took the front.

Edward drove, stroking my hand with one of his as he drove to Cameron's practice.

Cameron took after Edward with his unruly hair, but it had my color, and he had Edward's beautiful green eyes. Curly, unruly brown hair and bright spring green eyes. Perfect.

Leah… well… she had a lot of hair for her age, and had my eyes and my hair. She was like a miniature me.

Now Wyatt… he didn't really take after either of us… he grabbed Elizabeth Masen's thousand freckles on his face, and then had Edward Sr's white blond hair and baby blue eyes.

Unfortunately, he also took after Charlie with his hard facial features but I didn't care, he was beautiful to me either way.

We got to the football field and Cameron bounced in his seat.

When Edward unlocked his door, he grabbed his football and ran as fast as he could to his teammates, all of the little kids piling onto each other as a reference to a movie that one of them had watched. Sadly, we had to deal with that and now all Cameron wanted to do was tackle his baby sister and brother.

Leah even got a broken arm once. Cameron felt horrible through the whole thing, staying by her side every second. It was kind of sweet.

I kissed Edward goodbye and he went to stand by all the other little league football dads while I was going to drive Leah and Wyatt to their check ups.

Wyatt was only one year old, and Leah was two and a half.

They started bouncing their hands on their knees to whatever kids tape was playing on the DVD player in the back and I smiled, thinking about how lucky I was again.

Once we got there, I carefully lifted each kid out of the car and carted them into the doctor's office. Leah's hands tightened on my shoulder, her eyes widening at the realization of where we were. She'd been here once before and thrown a fit about it.

I rubbed her back.

I checked in and they called our names earlier than I had expected.

Luckily, they didn't have back to back appointments so this wouldn't be taking forever.

They both went in at the same time, having chairs right next to each other. Wyatt didn't know what was going on, just sitting in the chair contentedly. Leah started whimpering when he got out the stethoscope- she had a fear of snakes and apparently the difference wasn't clear to her yet. When the doctor gave her a cherry lollipop, though, she was happier.

I felt my phone buzz.

The caller id said Nessie, my sister in law.

I looked at the doctor, conflicted. "I'm sorry, I have to take this, are they okay in here?" I asked.

The kindly doctor smiled and nodded.

I flipped open the phone as I stepped outside.

"What's up, Ness?" I asked.

Edward and I had grown close to her over the years, but Nessie acted as my sister as much as Edward's. I think he might have tipped her off that I was jealous though.

She was eighteen now and going off to Michigan State U for a degree in psychology soon.

"Hey, Bells!" she said enthusiastically. "So uh… where's Edward? Because I want to know where to put his cake! Alice, Jasper, Esme, Carlisle, Rosalie, Emmett, and my parents are already here, but we want to know how much time we have to decorate and everything?" she asked.

I smiled. "Oh, you are good. Cameron is at little league football and we won't be back for about… an hour? But I'll send you a text when we're five minutes away," I said.

She giggled. "This is going to be so fun! Throwing the big brother I never knew I had a surprise birthday party!" She sounded excited.

"Thanks again for coming, Nessie, and tell everyone else too. Edward's presents from me and the kids are in the attic. Can you grab those too?" I asked.

She said "Yup", popping the p.

I hung up, telling her I had to get back to the appointment.

I hadn't realized how long I'd been gone before I went back in and the doctor told me they were done.

I smiled, paying him a little extra for putting the smiles on my kid's faces. I don't know how the hell he managed that, but he did.

We drove back to Cameron's practice to see they were doing a scrimmage.

Edward, along with all the other enthusiastic football dads, was cheering on the sidelines, clapping Cameron on the back when it was time for a water break.

When Cameron scored the last, winning point for his side of the team, Edward cheered.

I smiled just watching the proud smile on his face.

When Edward saw me he picked up Cameron and walked back over to us, kissing me on the cheek before helping me buckle everyone up.

I grinned at him and started bouncing in my seat eagerly. The kids smiled behind me, only Wyatt had no clue what was going on.

Nessie sent me a text saying that everything was ready conveniently when we were pulling into the driveway.

I'm sure Edward noticed that we were acting weirdly mischievous, but he didn't comment on it.

When we walked inside, the lights were off. The kids and myself stood back to let Edward switch on the light and, when he did, his whole family popped out.

"Surprise!" everyone yelled simultaneously.

His whole face looked surprised as he looked from face to face and, seeing his little sister in the front, he went up to hug her first, everyone else close behind. I smiled again as I saw our kids run up to him. He knelt down and kissed their heads, and then me.

"Did you do this?" he whispered in my ear after greeting everyone.

I shrugged. "It was everyone's idea," I lied.

I heard an old dog's bark as Jacob entered the room.

"Schmidty." Edward patted his head.

Yeah, Jacob was old, but I don't care. I love him, he's a part of the family.

Wyatt grinned toothlessly up at him and Edward kissed his nose.

We all congregated into the living room, where Edward tucked me underneath his arm with the kids on either side of us.

We all talked and laughed with Edward's other family and Edward looked really happy.

I sighed, content.

I felt a vibration on my thigh and confusedly checked my phone to see an unknown number.

I tapped Edward's shoulder and told him I was going to take it and he nodded, snuggling into the kids more.

I excused myself from everyone else and took a step outside in the chilly, Forks air.

"Hello?" I asked.

"Bella?" I heard a tentative, gruff voice come from over the phone and my blood suddenly ran cold.

This was Charlie; I'd know that voice anywhere.

I struggled to talk back.

"I know that this is very… unexpected… but… I want to see you. I was wrong all of those times- what I did to you. I'm getting better… I promise. I…" He didn't finish.

I looked down at the phone, horrified.

"W-what are you saying?" I asked.

He hesitated. "I would like it if you came to visit me in jail," he said.

I froze for some amount of time.

"I'll be behind glass. But I… I've been thinking a lot throughout the years and… I want to see you again… maybe your family- if you have one, you know, kids and a husband… you know... I understand if you don't want to see me. I've done some pretty shitty things to you, but I've gotten better. I don't expect you to forgive me… but I'd like to see if you're okay?" he asked.

I opened and closed my mouth like a fish.

"Uh… Charlie? I think…" I sighed. "I will," I said after debating the pro's and con's.

I felt nothing for this man but pity now. If he needed closure, I wasn't going to deny him. He'd learned his lesson.

I looked inside through the window at my family having a great time. Who was I to ruin it? I walked out to the car, prepared to go alone.

He sighed, saying thanks and hung up.

I put my keys in the ignition, but I felt a hand stopping me. Edward.

"Where do you think you're going, love?" he asked, confused.

I took a deep breath. "Uh… Charlie just called me and he said he wanted me to come visit him and-"

He cut me off. "Whoa! You're not seriously considering going to see him?" he asked incredulously.

"He'd be behind glass and we'd be using a phone, but… he's a pathetic man, Edward, and he's getting the help he needs. He's miserable and he's learned his lesson… I don't think it's my place to deny him seeing his grand children," I said quietly.

He sighed. "Pourquoi ce salaud ont à faire ce à nous?"

My eyes widened, whenever he got mad, that's when he started speaking in French.

I didn't have a clue what he was saying, and it was sexy during sex, but I could tell he was angry.

"Why does this bastard have to do this to us?" he translated.

I sighed. "Edward…"

He looked me in the eye. "Alright," he said.

"But what are we going to do about your whole family!" I said.

Were they just supposed to stay inside while the birthday boy and his kids and wife went to go take a trip to jail?

He looked back at the house before jogging back, grabbing my keys to make sure I didn't take off like he knew I would.

I sighed and, a couple minutes later, I found myself staring incredulously as I saw Edward's entire family walk out behind them, getting into their respective cars while my kids were walking with Edward back to my car.

"You told everyone to leave?" I squeaked out.

He smiled. "I asked them all to go for a little while, Isabella, you'll always be the most important thing to me, and I'd gladly interrupt any party of mine for something relating to you," he said, kissing me lightly. I smiled into his kiss.

"Ew…" Cameron said. "You guys gotta stop that. I don't want any more sisters or brothers!" he said stubbornly.

I blushed and Edward ruffled his son's hair before taking the passenger's seat. I started driving. My palms were getting sweaty on the wheel and I started to feel unbearably nervous. I knew Edward could tell and he kept rubbing up and down my forearm.

It seemed like it should've taken longer to get there. I was startled when I saw the prison. I guess I was so busy thinking that I didn't notice very well that we were nearly here.

I hadn't been here before, so I didn't know what to do. All of the kids looked confused, even little Wyatt.

Edward took my hand. "You can still leave, love. That's always an option," he said sincerely and I shook my head, determined now.

We all got out of the car. I picked up Leah, stroking her soft curls with my hand. Edward took Cameron's hand and lifted Wyatt. I nodded to him when he asked my silent permission and we started walking towards the intimidating entrance.

There were big men everywhere but, apparently, one of them had been expecting us and asked us if we were the Swan's.

We said yes, knowing that Charlie wouldn't know I was a Cullen yet. It made sense.

Leah buried her head in my shoulder as we passed men in orange suits. We certainly didn't fit in here very well.

Edward and I naturally held the kids tighter to us as we were led through a door. There were a ton of separate booths with dividers and glass. They all had one, solitary phone. Some of them were occupied as the people on our side of the booths seemed to be having some trouble. I could understand.

The big man led us towards one near the back and I averted my eyes, fearful of the man I knew I'd see on the other side of the glass.

I saw Edward tense up and Wyatt making gurgling, baby sounds. Leah yawned and Cameron just stared blankly through the glass. Tentatively, I raised my head from my cowardly position behind Leah.

Instinctively, I backed up harshly, slamming into Edward's comforting chest when I saw him. I felt my face grow cold and my eyes widen at the sight of the man who'd had a fully intact plan to kill me.

Leah started wiggling in my arms and I realized I was holding her too tight. I loosened my grip and I felt Edward lean down to my ear.

"We can still leave," he said.

I shook my head.

Charlie looked… awful. His hair was messy and his face had overgrown facial hair. His widened eyes stared at me.

I hardly recognized him. Years and years later… it's just… his eyes looked different. They weren't… malicious anymore. More sorrowful.

I saw Charlie's eyes drift from child to child, a slow smile growing over his features. He looked to Edward for a moment, and then his eyes zeroed in on me.

I was a little shocked to find I didn't see the killer that had inhabited his body. He looked pathetic. Everything he had was gone.

He had no reason to be malicious. I think he knew that it didn't work for him.

I carefully sat down in the chair opposite me with Leah perched on my lap. I knew he couldn't hurt me through the glass, but I still found myself to be a little scared, even despite his new demeanor.

With a shaky hand, I reached for the phone that was connected to the very same one he was holding.

I saw him gulp.

"Hello," I said. I hated myself for sounding scared.

His whole face changed. He opened his palm, almost to reach out, but he stopped when I shrank back.

"Hi," he said. "What… what are their names?" he asked, referring to my kids.

I sighed, looking at them. "This is Leah, this is Cameron, and this is Wyatt," I said, pointing to each kid. "And this is my husband of five years, Edward Cullen," I said.

I knew Charlie already knew Edward. But he needed a new introduction.

Charlie's eyes started to water. "I-I don't know what to say, Bella… I fucked up. I know you can't forgive me for what I've done and thought." He said.

I shook my head. "No. I'm better than that," I said. "I refused to be upset about this a long time ago. Yeah, you messed up, but I forgave you a long time ago. I'm still mad… even a little scared, but… you're a pathetic man, Charlie, who needs help. And this," I said, pointing to my family, "is what you're missing. You'll never hug your own grandkids, Charlie. And I don't feel anything for you but pity," I said, my aggression kicking into my speech.

He winced at my words. "I deserved that…" he said.

"And a million other things," I said without hesitation.

He slowly looked up at me. "Thank you for letting me see them," he said lightly, slouching, looking from me to Edward, to Wyatt, to Cameron and then to Leah.

I nodded. After a while, as I looked at the pathetic man before me… he didn't matter. And I gained another similarity with my husband. Nothing mattered besides us and our kids.

I couldn't hold on to it any more, though. Looking away, I hung up the phone, having nothing else to say, but so much more than I came here with.

I felt his eyes on me as we were guided out. Yes. He regretted what he'd done, that much I knew. I knew he wanted to see the kids face to face, but that was one of the things that he couldn't have. He'd gotten what he deserved.

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"You did amazing," Edward said while rubbing my back after we got all of the kids tucked in.

I turned around to face him. "You think? I... I'm really happy we went. It took a long time, but everything's right now. And it's all because of you," I said, meaning every word.

He smiled. "I gave you the inspiration. You ran with it." He grinned again, leaning his forehead on mine.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him down to kiss me. He immediately responded, wrapping me up tightly in his arms.

He ran his nose up and down my neck, whispering the French into my ear. No, I had no clue what the fuck he was saying, but I recognized the words. Every time we had sex, he repeated the same ones in French.

I wrapped my lips around his in another kiss and he reached his hand up my shirt to fondle my breast. I hummed in satisfaction around his mouth and he trailed his other hand down to grind into me. He looked at me with intense eyes.

"Je vous promets de vous aimer, à s'engager à vous, et vous appuyer," he said before leaning down for another kiss.

I whimpered as one of his hands slipped inside of my panties, running one of his fingers up an down my slit.

"J'engage à respecter vos talents et leurs capacités, de vous prêter force pour vous tous magnifique rêves," he said as he slid our clothing off. I moaned as I felt him enter me for what felt like the thousandth and best time.

"Vous m'ont montré ce que l'amour se sent comme et pour que je vous remerci," he said as we both came, kissing up and down my neck.

Once I came down from my high and he from his, I decided I should finally, after years of hearing those sensually repeated words during sex, know what he was saying.

I ran my thumb over his cheek.

"What does it mean?" I asked softly.

His face turned the slightest bit pink.

"Let me show you," he murmured against my lips.

"I promise you my deepest love, my fullest devotion, my tenderest care, through the pressures of the present and the uncertainties of the future, I promise to be faithful to you." He trailed his nose up and down my neck, but stopped to look me dead in the eye.

"I promise to love you, to commit to you, and support you. I pledge to respect your unique talents and abilities, to lend you strength for all of you magnificent dreams," he said as he wrapped me up in his powerful arms.

My eyes started to water as I realized that these were his wedding vows.

"You have shown me what love feels like and for that I thank you. You are everything I need and, at this moment, I know all of my prayers have been answered and that all of my dreams have come true." His respecting hands moved to my breast and thighs now, gently massaging as he repeated the words.

"I praise God for you, Isabella; for all of your love and constant friendship. I know that our love is heaven sent and I promise to be here forever and always. From this day forward, you shall not walk alone," he said as he traced my slit again.

His intense stare bored through my eyes as he repeated the last words, entering me.

"My heart will be your shelter and my arms will be your home. As I have given you my hand to hold, I give you my life to keep."

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